Things that set to long collect dust,
and here you thought I was one of your collectible hearts.
It didn't take long to listen to the wind
blow between your heartbeats...
They don't leave music like they used to.
YOU ARE READING
Vulnerable
PoetryBe careful to whom you give your heart; they don't have to be perfect, but they need to be consistent in how they apply themselves through the right efforts. I, of mind, body, and spirit am vulnerable. Once a woman who thought that happiness was bro...
